My New Office

I like to have an “office.” It makes me feel calmer while I work.

In the south, I had an incredible office. Little red stool, antique desk, beautiful view. Whenever I needed to crack down and write, I could sit there and be immediately focused.

In the organized chaos of Paris—and similarly, of my apartment—finding “the zone” was more difficult. I wrote in bed. I wrote at my kitchen table. I even set up a chair and the balcony, but it still didn’t quite fit. I had to work hard to fall into a writing rhythm.

I thought I’d make school my office, but that didn’t work either. The staff is too mean and the students too noisy.

But today, I found my new office. While walking the dog I stumbled upon its pink awnings and, gazing past the “Wifi” sticker on the window, knew immediately it’d be perfect. Inside looked welcoming, relaxing, humble and cute. It had my name written all over it. Literally.


So here I am, and after just one espresso I’ve cranked out to important pieces for the job. I think every day you'll find me Catz Café!